Monthly Archives: August 2018

DAY 3 – LYRIC CHALLENGE

Again, thankyou to OJSPRIDE for my nomination to this creative three day Lyrical Challenge. If you haven’t checked out her blog, then you really must.

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A man of many talents, Bob dylan has made his mark on the world as one of the great poets, and great song writers. I like the way George Harrison larconically introduced him at the Concert For Bangladesh (two multi-artist concerts held at Maddison Square Garden on August 1, 1971) – “I’d like to bring on  a friend of us all.”

My Choice for this third and final Lyrical challenge is Dylan’s song “The times They Are A-Changin'” from the album of the same name released in 1964. And in 1964 there was a gathering whirlwind of change on every front. Ironically, it is a song as much for today as it was back then, a sad commentary on how we have progressed, but not yet progressed in some key areas of human and environmental realtions.

 

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam,
And admit that the waters around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you’d better start swimmin’
Or you’ll stick like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide,
The chance won’t come again,
And don’t speak to soon
For the wheels still spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen,
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the dorrway,
Don’t block the hall,
For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled,
There’s a battle
Outside and it’s ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle yor walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land,
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’,
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line is drawn,
The curse it is cast,
The slow one now will
later be fast,
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the Times they are a-changin’

©Bob Dylan, Sony/ATV Music Publishing.

 

Today my three nominations to this challenge are:

Philosophy Through Photography

Real Life Of An MSW

Twenty Four

 

Rules:

Thank the person who moniated you.

Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.

Nominate three other bloggers each day.

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Dangerous Game

Spying – Word of the Day

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Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (nee Zelle) better known by her stage name Mata Hari (1876 – 1917), who was convicted by the French as a German spy during WW1. Historians have since demonstrated that she was betrayed by all, her lover, the French officers who recruited her, the justice system (an oxymoron if ever there was one), her fellow spies and others. She was convicted and executed even though there was no substantive evidence, other than that they said it was because as a woman she could not be trusted and she would use her wiles. She was indeed a victim, a scapegoat.

Dangerous Game

I was lost in your face,
your eyes sparkled
laughter like champagne.
You reeled me in,
my small talk generously indulged,
I thought one drink would cure my curiosity.
Besides, I had work to do,
family waiting.
But you had other plans,
your hand on mine
stroking.
Me all gibberish,
pulse racing,
I agreed.
Just how did you do that?
Furtive,
room 20,
you draped on the ottoman,
gold, bejewelled bra,
tiara.
Salome unveiled.
Beguiled, seduced,
I gave you my all.
My French for German,
secrets, unzipped,
pleasure washed over me
in waves of guilt.
Whispers exchanged,
I woke alone, betrayed.
Even so, for just one more touch,
I would trade anything.

©Paul Cannon

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Day 2 – Lyric Challenge

Something – Lyrical Challenge Day 2

Thank you to OJSPRIDE for the challenge, go check out her blog.

So day two and my choice today is George Harrison’s ‘Something’ from the Beatles’ ‘Abbey Road’ album of 1969 (completed in August of that year). I am a fan of the Beatles, George in particular. This was his first A-side single with the band. This was the Beatles last recording as a band, though Let It Be, which was recorded in January 1969 was released in May 1970, so Let It Be was the last album to be released by the band.

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Something

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover,
Something in the way she woos me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You’re asking me will my love grow,
I don’t know, I don’t know.
You stick around now it may show,
I don’t know, I don’t know.

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her,
Something in the things she shows me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

 

©Harisongs Pty Ltd, George Harrison

My three nominations are for this challenge:

Fabric That Made Me

Crushed Caramel (Leaner At Love)

Words for Life

Rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.

Share one of yo ufavourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.

Nominate three other bloggers each day.

Paul,

pvcann.com

 

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An Anamnesis of Joy

Redolent – Word of the Day

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On the road to Jindalee, one of many places where a breakaway occurs creating sharp contrasts in colour and texture.

 

An Anamnesis Of Joy

To listen for the sound where there is none,
save for the elegance of birdsong,
nature’s grand opera.
Or a whistling breeze, when it can be bothered
to sigh along the gullies and through the trees.
The smell of eucalyptus, like laundry day,
nanna removing stains the old way.
Dust in my nostrils as my soles kiss the earth,
the crunch of grit,
and that dry feel of summer’s arrival.
The familiar buzz of flies,
a bead of sweat
released from winter’s cold cell.
And, overwhelmed by a sense of joy,
wanting to tell everyone,
I exclaim, again,
to no one in particular,
“I have no words!”
Just the silent liturgy of feeling,
An anamnesis of joy,
of a past now present once more.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Day 1 – Lyric challenge

Anthem – Lyrical Challenge Day 1

A big thank you for this challenge nomination to https://ojspride.wordpress.com If you haven’t been to her blog then you really must, it is vibrant and full of all sorts of things to read and enjoy, and OJ is a great host and a generous conversationalist.

 

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Leonard Cohen 1934 – 2017

 

Anthem

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We ask for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government –
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells …

You can add up the parts,
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, Every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells …

Ring the bells …

Leonard Cohen ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Released in 1992.

 

I now nominate the following three bloggers:

WoollyMuses

A Voice From Iran

Moira

 

Paul,

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Table of Memories

Abiding – Word of the Day

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Hardenbergia, one of many types native to Western Australia, this one found at Jarrah Loop walks between Bridgetown and Nannup. Not quite a puple-red like Aramanth, but purple nonetheless and that’s close enough for me. Aramanthine (adjective) means like, like aramanth. Aramanthine also carries the meaning unfading, everlasting. Aramanth comes from the Greek aramantos (αμαραντος) meaning unfading and was borrowed by poets (Milton, for one) to denote an imaginary flower that was unfading, everlasting.

 

Table of Memories

This table of memories,
its faded varnish
the dust of our journey.
Its timber laden with
the juice of many meals,
of coffee,
of conversations,
grief and hurt,
joy,
candles,
breathless lust,
plans,
dreams,
horizons.
Aramnanthine,
this table of unfading love,
our unvarnished life.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Monday Walk

Jos Monday Walk

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The upper reaches of Margaret River where it crosses a road, this year a steady flow.

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Eternal

Blossom – Word of the Day

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Another Wattle (Acacia) taken at Manea Reserve, the blossom is always so rich and golden, like miniature suns. Acacia carries a multitude of meanings, including; purity, fortitude, renewal, eternity and love.

 

Eternal 

After an aeternus
Helios landed with a thud
showering sparks across the land.
It must be so, because
the trees are ablaze,
golden with fire so bright
I averted my eyes, for
I could not hold your gaze.
You possessed me,
devoured my senses.

©Paul Cannon

 

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Vacant Mind

5 Lines – Vacation

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We’ve been more of a camping, bush travelling type of family. But a couple of years ago we decided to take the Ghan from Adelaide to Darwin. It was a great choice, and a great holiday.

Vacant Mind

Where are you?
mmm … O, sorry, I was miles away.
Really? I could see that.
I was thinking we should go on a holiday.
Yes but you’ve just been, miles away, again.

©Paul Cannon

 

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Tjukurpa

Harmony – Word of the Day

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Photo: Dry creek bed – the Hull River, Northern Territory. This particular spot is also the site of Kulpi Tjuntinya also called Lasseter’s Cave. The river is mostly dry on the surface, and runs underground. There are many soaks along its route. When it does rain heavily the water can be one third up the height of those trees, which given the width, is a mighty volume of water.

The Australian bush, long before white settlers, was well protected with the harmony of traditional law or Tjukurpa – pronounced Chookapah (following the Central and Western Desert peoples view). The law is an oral tradition handed on generation to generation and memorised. One of its central principles is respect for all the elements of nature because everthing is in relationship and everything has an effect. While the words harmony or balance are not explicit, the principles are evident in the way Australian indigenous peoples treat the land and each other.

 

In the Balance

Where once where trees lie salted plains
and dusty cattle ruts.
Camels, mines and 4x4s,
billabong and creek consumed.
Settlers coveted and misunderstood,
but the Anangu have wise ways,
and through their ancient dreaming,
there came ways of loving nature whole.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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